I have no idea why I write. The old standards are: I like to express my feelings stretch my imagination earn money.
When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie...
Television contracts the imagination and radio expands it.
Imagination is not something apart and hermetic not a way of leaving reality...
With the brush we merely tint while the imagination alone produces colour.
Anyone who lives within his means suffers from a lack of imagination.
Death obsesses me yes it does. I can't really understand why it doesn't obsess everyone - I think it does really I'm just a little more out about it.
